Chapter 7
Casey
“I’m really not sure this was a good idea.” I gave my glass a long look, then shrugged and took another sip. I had no idea what Eli had ordered for me, but it was incredible.
“You’ve got a designated driver. Don’t worry.” Eli’s grin looked slightly devious, but that might just have been the alcohol.
Lane let out a giggle. “And we’ve been very good, no weird questions at all, so there’s nothing to worry about.”
I nodded, and then stopped as the room started tilting a bit in an odd direction. “You’re right. Even Eli.”
I gave him a beaming smile. “I was slightly sus…” I paused when the word didn’t want to come out. “I was suspicious—ha, I said it—when you called.”
Eli didn’t seem to be offended; he just laughed. “Because you’re smart. But I promised Lane and Preston and Roman that I’d behave.”
The list of people he’d needed to promise made me giggle. Lane found something about it funny too because then he started laughing. By the time we started to catch our breath, the waiter came over and gave the two of us a look that made the giggling start all over again.
He gave Eli a grin. “They’re total lightweights. I’m thinking no more for them.”
Eli nodded. “Agreed.”
They said something else, but I was more interested in Lane. I leaned over carefully and tried to whisper. “Preston’s coming over to my house on Wednesday.”
He giggled and his eyes widened. “Do you like him? Like, like him like him.” Then Lane’s eyes narrowed. “Did that come out right? Damn it, Eli. I thought we were just hanging out. Wilder’s going to spank my ass when we get home.”
That came out louder than he’d intended because Eli, and the waiter whose name I completely forgot again, started grinning. That wasn’t as important as what Lane had said, though. “Will he be mad?”
Wilder spanked him?
I took another drink of the fruity concoction that made everything fabulous. Lane took another drink as well and shook his head. He waved his hand around and smiled. “No, not really…he’s like…it’s more like…”
Lane frowned and turned to Eli. “Why does Wilder spank me?”
“And that’s my cue to give you guys some space.” The waiter grinned at Eli. “Would you like some coffee or more food for them? Appetizers are still half off.”
For some reason, Eli sighed. “Yeah, more nachos.”
As the waiter left, Eli shook his head at us. “Wilder spanks you because you like it and he likes taking care of you.”
Lane’s eyes widened. “That’s right.”
“That’s fabulous.” I had a feeling that wasn’t the right response when both men turned to look at me. “What? Did I use the wrong word?”
I was starting to agree with Lane. Damn Eli.
“I don’t drink. Much. Well, often. Well—what was the question?”
Lane giggled. “You said being spanked was fabulous.”
“You two have no alcohol tolerance whatsoever.” Eli sounded frustrated, but I wasn’t sure why.
“I think I told him that.” I looked inquiringly at Lane. “Didn’t I?”
Lane gave a slow nod that made me want to giggle again. “I think we both did. Didn’t we?”
We turned to Eli, and I frowned as I took another sip of my drink. “We don’t remember. Did we?”
Eli sighed. “Yes, next time I’ll believe you. I can’t even ask you questions like this. It would just be wrong.”
